Saturday, February 03, 2007

Bacterial infections don’t play around. I’m now extra super nigh-paranoid cautious about not germifying myself. Purell makes its debut near my desk. I become suspicious of even the most "innocent" bar of soap...

Men are almost always “squeamish” about health maladies (present company not excluded), so their delicate sensibilities should be regarded with gentle... how should it be put... um, condescension. I would object to this notion but I fear that it would confirm the accusation, so I’ll just try to submit to my gender-determined role of silence as much as possible. Just kidding. Still, it might shed some light on why the male of the species sometimes has second thoughts about sharing his feeling. (I must note that the attitude above was overhead being expressed by two different older women - maybe it's just based on experience. I am grateful that Nicole encourages me to speak up about things, as I hope she can feel free to do.)

A meatball, fries, and a shake can seriously freak out a major New England city. What next – Ronald McDonald indicted for domestic terrorism conspiracy? The Burger King brought up on RICO charges? Col. Sanders’ phones wiretapped? Seriously though, is America ready to enter the war on fast food Lite Brites? (LED ? IED)

1 Comments:

You seriously are paranoid? I can understand your infection on your finger, but not really the one on your face. Forgive me for suggesting this, but picking at the "pimple' which already has puss in it on your face doesn't help. Sometimes, stuff just happens. I swear sometimes when I get stuff like you did, I just assume my body is saying that my immune system is a bit weary and I need to rest a bit for a few days (Not that I make it any better for you by any means).

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